Elik stayed at the back of the gathered squad and listened to the briefing quietly, sipping from the tea he'd gotten and taking note of the new squadmember, or latecoming member whichever it was, until the briefing had finished. He may have thought to approach Erien before but a growing nervousness ate at his mind and he couldn't bring himself to. The nervous feeling was coming from his inexperience, sure he's flown before and was decent at it but due to the circumstances that led to his current position he'd had little-to-no military training. The feeling ticked at him and he wound up spending much of the time before the mission pacing in his bunkroom, worried and absolutely sure he'd be unable to live with the guilt of a squadmate dying because of him should something go wrong, not to mention the scorn he'd get from Erien and the rest of his squadmates.

Time seemed to get away from him and before he knew it the call to get to their fighters sounded. He stopped for a moment to push the worry from his mind and catch his breath before gearing up and heading down to the hanger. Clasping his helmet on and climbing into his fighter, he went over the pre-flight checklist and signaled that he was good before the canopy sealed and his fighter was loaded onto it's rail.

"Wyld Fire Two, ready and standing by"

He took another deep breath after saying that.